Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 169 Shackles
"We always believe that the Second Prince will become an excellent ruler. He will surpass his father and continue his rule over this planet for a long time."

Behind closed doors, Enamel's remarks became much bolder.

Everyone in this room is his own people. The guards, one old and one young, were both promoted by him. They will never talk nonsense after they go out.

"Oh why?"

The third prince asked.

"Because he possesses qualities that the First King does not possess."

"Is it a sword dance?"

"Do you really think that the sword dance is just a way for the director to humiliate him?"

"Is not it?"

"There has always been a saying in the art of sword control, that the sword is like the person. As long as you see a person's sword style, you can roughly understand what kind of person he is. Take the First King as an example. His sword style is sharp and too upright. He never lowers himself."

The Third Prince just smiled and said, "I have never been interested in the art of controlling swords. It is just a dregs left over from the old times."

If the First King had been able to humble himself, they wouldn't be here, and naturally there wouldn't be this farce of fighting for the throne.

The Third Prince felt that it was not the First King's fault, because the art of wielding a sword had never been a skill that could make people humble themselves. The family classics had mentioned more than once that practicing swordsmanship was the same as practicing one's mind. When a sword-wielder traveled the world and encountered injustice, he must stand up. This was also the original intention of the ancestor who created the art of wielding a sword.

Therefore, he understood from a very young age that it was useless to practice the sword-wielding technique.

Enamel did not comment and continued, "The so-called sword dance cultivates the 'softness' that the first king lacks. The combination of hardness and softness is the basis for governing the world."

Serious nonsense.

To translate this sentence slightly, it means that the Second Prince is much more obedient than the First Prince and is more able to follow the company's arrangements. This is what the company really wants. The so-called strong-willed part, or the evaluation that his temperament is similar to that of the young First Prince, is just to make the Second Prince's succession to the throne seem natural and the result of popular expectation.

"Yingtian, it might not be a bad thing that you didn't inherit the throne."

"That's not my intention."

"You have done a lot for this planet. With your talent, you shouldn't stay in a place like this. After this whole thing is over, I will extend an invitation to you on behalf of the company."

"So, my duty is done."

Having completed God's mission and received God's grace, one should have been ecstatic, but the Third Prince was calm at this moment.

Appreciating his talents and inviting him to a bigger stage were just euphemisms. The truth was that the fight for the throne had already come to an end, so the new king would no longer need a brother with his own army after he ascended the throne.

"I have many brothers and sisters. How does the company plan to arrange for them?"

"You already know my feelings for the eldest princess. As for the others, after all, the new king has ascended the throne, so let him decide these trivial matters."

"That's it."

"Why, do you have any good ideas?"

There was a smile on Enamel's face, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

What the company needs least is a person with an excessive sense of self-awareness. Not only did the Third Prince not accept the olive branch he threw out, but he also dragged the other crown princes into the topic.

"How dare I? I just suddenly felt sorry for their situation."

The other crown princes were no different from abandoned toys from the moment they were born; they had never truly entered the center of the fight for the throne, and the only value of their existence was to make this game led by the aliens look more lively.

"How do you think about the company's invitation?"

Enamel emphasized his tone. Time is precious for company people. In their world, every cocktail party has its purpose to be achieved. For example, at this moment, the third prince, who has many friends in the court and is respected by many people, should also fade out of people's sight.

However, considering his contributions over the years, the company is willing to give him a decent exit.

Being selected by the company and heading to a broader stage is also a good story in the court.

"It is my honor to be invited by the company, but before that, I have one thing to do."

"Oh? Maybe I can help you."

"This matter does require your assistance. I'm afraid I can't accomplish it on my own. This is just to satisfy the doubts I've been having."

The Third Prince paused, his eyes suddenly became fierce, "That is... to borrow your head for use."

Inside the hall, blood was splattered every five steps.

Enamel's smile froze on his face, his vision spun around, and his head fell to the ground as it fell off his body.

When the third prince spoke words that defied Heaven, the two guards at the door moved.

Enamel couldn't understand why these two loyal guards, whom he had promoted himself, would attack his neck.

The third prince still sat there, staring at the head on the ground. He didn't raise his hand until the eyes of the head lost focus. He wiped the blood off his cheek and placed it in front of his eyes.

The blood of the aliens is also red.

It was sticky and had a pungent smell, just like them.

He walked up to the enamel head, bent down and closed the pair of eyes that could not close.

The process was much easier than the Third Prince had imagined. Perhaps this was because until the moment before the head rolled to the ground, Enamel would not believe that these slaves, who always worshipped the Heaven, would actually dare to attack him.

Killing a messenger of God is a capital crime, and will bring all those he cherishes into hell.

From the first day the Third Prince became sensible, this idea was imprinted deep in his mind like a steel stamp.

"Please answer my questions."

The Third Prince asked the enamel who could never answer questions, "If the shackles of fate are cut off, where will the future lead to?"

Just now, the trajectory of fate changed.

From now on, Enamel could no longer fulfill his hobby of collecting princesses.

If the princess is lucky and has a long life, she can leave the court and return to Yunhai Academy, and perhaps she can have another ten years of peace.

As for him,
Killing one person is killing, killing a group of people is also killing, both are capital crimes, there is no difference.

"As for you, you might end up being buried with a madman like me."

He looked up at the guards. Their faces were still expressionless, but their deep pupils seemed to reflect a black sea, boundless and without end.

"You have already repaid the favor you owe me. If you don't want to die, run away."

The old guard looked stiffly at the enamel, then at the third prince, and raised his finger to point at the headless corpse still sitting on the chair. The body and the stool melted into liquid and scattered on the ground, leaving a ball of "oil paint" on the red floor.

The old guard moved his mouth, and his voice sounded like surging waves.

——"I'll help you."

(End of this chapter)